"We Didn't Start the Fire" is the worst song ever. "One Week" is very close, but ultimately not as horrible.

The tiebreaker is intent.

Barenaked Ladies are a bunch of goofy dudes who were trying to write a bouncy pop hit with lyrics they thought were witty. This is their standard M.O. They think they're funny, but they're not. They're just annoying in that too-clever-by-half They Might Be Giants go-fuck-yourself-already kind of way.

Billy Joel's intent with his shitball song is repugnant on several levels. He was struggling to maintain relevance with a "hip" Top 40 hit that sounded (to him) like he was rapping. He was trying to show how smart he was with the sweeping historical references. Last but not least he was trying to craft some sort of all-encompassing theory of history and society, as well as deflect blame from his cokehead generation for its 80s excess. Simultaneously, he wound up crafting one of the most sonically irritating songs in the history of music; even without the horrendous lyrics you have a complete pile of synthesized unlistenable ear-rape.

As always, Billly Joel is the worst.

Germ War wrote:"Little Miss Can't Be Wrong" by the Spin Doctors.

Wrong Spin Doctors song. "Two Princes" is worse.

Pretty sure they sound the same, ultimately.

Also: Lars makes an amazing counter-point against the original post. Anxiously awaiting Marsupialized's response!

this is a harder question than asking me my favorite song.

there are so many terrible, terrible songs.

if i had to pick a worst it probably wouldn't be something that ever turned up on mtv. or on the radio.

it would have to be something that made an attempt at something and just failed. like an attempt at clever and just wound up stupid.

god...what would it be...

i have no idea. i give up. i'll try again later.

lars wrote:"We Didn't Start the Fire" is the worst song ever. "One Week" is very close, but ultimately not as horrible.

The tiebreaker is intent.

Barenaked Ladies are a bunch of goofy dudes who were trying to write a bouncy pop hit with lyrics they thought were witty. This is their standard M.O. They think they're funny, but they're not. They're just annoying in that too-clever-by-half They Might Be Giants go-fuck-yourself-already kind of way.

Billy Joel's intent with his shitball song is repugnant on several levels. He was struggling to maintain relevance with a "hip" Top 40 hit that sounded (to him) like he was rapping. He was trying to show how smart he was with the sweeping historical references. Last but not least he was trying to craft some sort of all-encompassing theory of history and society, as well as deflect blame from his cokehead generation for its 80s excess. Simultaneously, he wound up crafting one of the most sonically irritating songs in the history of music; even without the horrendous lyrics you have a complete pile of synthesized unlistenable ear-rape.

As always, Billly Joel is the worst.

That Billy Joel song, it's bad. Real bad.
But c'mon man.

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin X-Files with no lights on.
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one.
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic
Like Sting I'm Tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa I make mad films
'Kay I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gotta find the kind with tiny nubs
just so my irons aren't always flying
off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
that make me think the wrong thing.

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin' achin'shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at you
and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount Stadium Home Of the Robbie

fuck you for that

Albatoss-PiL.

sphincter wrote:Albatoss-PiL.

sphincter wrote:Albatoss-PiL.

Finally, a sense of humor!!!